Red Thorns (Thorns Duet #1) by Rina Kent

“I love it when you act hot and cold, Tsundere.” He steps closer, his laughter dying down, and he clutches me by the hand, slowly guiding me to hop onto a bench.

I’m now taller than him as he stands in front of me. “What are you doing?”

“Freeing you.”

Before I can figure out what’s going on, he lifts one of my legs and I squeal before I bite down on my lips to seal the sound.

My palm slaps on the wall behind me for balance as Sebastian rests my leg on his shoulder and dives straight between my legs.

His teeth nibble on my folds through the panties and I yelp, my heart jolting into overdrive.

His fingers dig into my other thigh as he licks and nibbles on my pussy with a savageness that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, God…”

“Shh…they’ll hear you.” The rumble of his voice against my aching core adds more pressure to the already building sensation.

My eyes widen as he adds a finger and rubs on my folds until an aroused sound echoes in the air.

“Feel that, baby? That’s your wet cunt begging me for more.”

“Shut up!”

“Are you embarrassed by how much you want this? How much you really love the debauchery of it?”

“No…”

He slides the panties away from my pussy and pounds two fingers inside in one go. “Your tight cunt disagrees.”

My leg shakes so powerfully, I’m barely standing. I grip a handful of Sebastian’s hair for balance as my body slackens against the wall.

His tongue licks my swollen clit, then nibbles on it with his teeth as his fingers power deep into places I didn’t know existed.

It’s rough and brutal. Absolutely savage in its nature so that all I can feel is him and all I can smell is his spicy scent.

There’s nothing to save me from the moment, from the impact that I’m crashing onto.

A wave like I’ve never experienced before grabs hold of me and drags me under. My heart roars so loud, I’m scared it’ll stop altogether.

Maybe I’ll die in the throes of pleasure. Maybe this was always supposed to be the way to go.

The buildup is strong, but it’s not as frightening as when the orgasm actually slams into me with blinding force.

My moans echo in the air and I release Sebastian’s hair to slap a hand over my mouth.

I forgot that Coach and the others were right outside, that they could walk in on us at any second and see Sebastian eating me out and fingering me at the same time.

The image adds more intensity to my orgasm and my moans. I’m shaking so hard, my standing leg nearly buckles.

Sebastian peeks from between my legs and licks his lips suggestively. “Best meal in a while.”





14





Naomi





Something is off.

Me.

I’m off.

Ever since Sebastian had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person.

Because I want it to continue.

No. I actually want another scene like in the forest where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now.

I still have that bet so I can ask for it…

I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there?

Instead of finally leaving me alone, Sebastian exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside.

He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out.

The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Sebastian is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Lucy.

I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to catch fire.

Why is he talking to her? Is he telling her about how shameless her friend is and how I came all over his tongue while he ate me out…?

My thoughts trail off when I see them smiling and in a vibrant mood. Sebastian is generally very good to look at and admire, like those all-American boys who live the dream on behalf of most of the population. Not only that, but from my observations, he can be a great talker, a charmer—a trait he inherited from his senator granddaddy.

Everything about him is perfection. Like his sharp features, designer clothes, and sophisticated manner of speech that no one could ever pull off as naturally as he does.

And yet, there’s the hidden side of him, the dirty-talking, perverted, and utterly destructive side that he showed me over the past couple of days. A side that I keep gravitating toward despite myself.

Lucy, just like everyone else, is in awe of the perfection he showcases to the world. The star image, the background, and the power his family holds. But I’m infuriatingly attracted to the other side of the coin. The dark, shadowed one.

And that’s dangerous.

Because it might lure me in and never let go.

Why couldn’t I be like Lucy and everyone else and just focus on his shallow existence?

More importantly, why couldn’t he be shallow?

Because even his body language right now is relaxed, his arms at either side of him, his shoulders at ease, and his features welcoming. He’s making my best friend feel comfortable more with his body than with his words.

Just what power does he have to make her fall for his charms like that?